[FF7][SC] Star Flower

A file lay in the center of the mahogany desk.

Angel folded his arms, stretched his legs, and leaned all his weight on the armchair.Too lazy.But he really couldn't get up, and couldn't sit properly as usual.He stared at the thin stack of papers, not quite sure what he was thinking, maybe it shouldn't constitute a thought at all.But in the end, he wavered.

It was a transfer application.

Tiredly rubbing the corners of his eyes, Angel stood up and pushed open the window. Midgar's unique wind mixed with the pungent magic smell rushed into the office.Spring has arrived, but it didn't bring any vitality to the steel city. On the contrary, it made the dust in the suburbs worse.He watered the two large potted plants standing by the window, added some water to his tea, and returned to his seat.This time he seems to have become sober, but the restlessness and uneasiness can't go away.

He's not yet thirty, and he's still a young man—although Genesis occasionally scoffs at him for growing up too quickly—when it's time to fight.Instead of being timid like now, thinking about preparing to retreat.In recent years, I have occasionally felt powerless, but most of the time, I can still handle it.With his personality, he should actually persevere until there is no way out.but--

He was injured in the last mission and recuperated in the hospital. He originally wanted to go home after recovering to the point where he could move freely as usual.Usually this only takes one or two nights, maybe a little longer, and it's the order of the day.But he didn't know whether it was Genesis or Sephiroth who betrayed him. In short, when he woke up in the middle of the night due to a slight urge to urinate, he saw Claude lying on the bedside and sleeping in a very uncomfortable position.

At that moment, he felt very warm, and was immediately replaced by heartache, and unprecedented shaking followed.

He couldn't be sure if it was an excuse, a coward's excuse for running away from the battle, like he had questioned the honor he was after - what if he was just weak and trying to escape?What if he later resented Claude's existence because of it?It was despicable and shameful, because he knew that Claude couldn't live without him, so he could put all the blame on that kid, so he didn't have to feel ashamed of his choice.

With a long sigh, he opened the drawer and threw the file in, not thinking about it anymore.At least for now, he can't calmly hand over the application to Lazard, nor can he make any decisive decision.

Now he just wants to go home early and surprise Claude with a small cake from the newly opened shop.

The deadbolt clicked open, and when the door was opened, Angel confirmed that he heard a slight sound from the bedroom.He is alert.There are no extra shoes in the hallway. At this point, Claude should still be in school—a military school, where teaching is completely closed, and he can only go home for a few days a month to catch his breath.Their army can look at the student data through the relationship investigation. The good news is that Claude did not learn bad things in it, and all the grades were amazingly maintained at the A+ level; Friends at home, this made Angel mixed feelings.But anyway, no one should be in the apartment right now.

Angel put the box containing the cake by the door—he didn't want to ruin this little surprise because of the foreseeable battle—kicked open the hidden door inside the cabinet, and took out a double-barreled shotgun from inside, hoping that this level Can deter intruders, at least keep the apartment intact.He walked to the ajar bedroom door, stepping deliberately enough clear steps, leaning against the door, the bullet was loaded and the barrel closed.

"Listen, only this time, I won't pursue it. Put your hands on your head, come out slowly, and I will let you go."

In fact, he shouldn't be so slack. The correct way to deal with it should be to kill the intruder directly, because this is not only his home, but also the general's mansion, and the intruder is unlikely to be a thief.But he didn't want blood in Claude's room, not on rare occasions like this when he was home, that's all.

The people in the room were silent, but their rapid breathing still revealed the other party's position.

A person?

At this time, Angel had already noticed something was wrong.If it was an ambush, he should have been attacked when he pushed the door; if it was stealing Shinra's secrets, what was he doing in Claude's room?But he didn't think much, he kicked open the door and raised his gun to aim at the possible threat—then he stood by the door in shock, staring in horror at the girl whose clothes were half-dressed.

This is most likely just the attacker's disguise, Angel convinced himself; but when the other party was almost half naked and could not see any weapons, Angel found desperately that maybe it was just... It was just that Claude brought his girlfriend back.

what just!

Angel panicked and pointed the gun upwards, trying to show that he had no malicious intentions.Maybe he should say something to appease the other party, but even he himself was in shock and didn't know what to say.Claude has always been very sensible and worry-free, so worry-free that he almost forgot that he has reached puberty, and it is time for hormones to stir around the corner.He believed that his children must be very handsome and charming, it must be, but the thing about bringing a girlfriend home...are they ready for bed...is it too early...?

"You...you get dressed." Finally, Angel said with the maturity and stability that an adult should have, "Where's Claude?" Thinking of the possibility, he swallowed hard, "Go buy a condom ?” Even this kind of thing is so familiar, oh my god, how much growth and education did he miss?

The girl looked at him in despair, her blue eyes seemed to be about to cry.After realizing how much his probing eyes were going too far, Angel turned his face away in embarrassment, and walked quickly back to the living room.Finding that the gun was still in his hand, he hurriedly stuffed it back into the kitchen, poured tea and cut the cake to share.In any case, you can't leave such a horrible impression on the girl Claude likes, and you must make it clear later that he is not the kind of lunatic who would shoot his puppy love.

He clenched his fists and waited for a while, even shaking his feet unconsciously, thinking about how to talk about this issue when Claude came back.After the shock, faint anger emerged, but not to the point of losing his mind.What if he didn't come back early?Did they just do it?Both sides are still children, when did he teach Claude to be such an irresponsible person?Thinking that there was indeed a problem of his usual negligence in guiding, Angel could not help but hold his head in frustration, and let out a low moan.

After a while, the bedroom door opened.

The girl's cheeks were flushed, she looked ashamed, she poked her head out and hesitated by the door for a while.Angel tried to put on a smile, trying to make himself look kinder, maybe the twisted smile was just more scary, but he couldn't control that much. "Come and sit? Let's have a good talk."

"Angel..." was the boy's deep voice.He tore off his wig, wiped the delicate makeup on his face indiscriminately, and walked over in a self-defeating manner under Angel's stunned gaze. "Well, the straps are tied..."

Angel, male, 27, no bad habits such as smoking, drinking, gambling, etc., a stable and reliable but a bit old-fashioned model officer in the eyes of subordinates, and a dull but important existence in the eyes of friends. At this moment, he encountered the biggest shock in his stable life.He even completely forgot about the troubles that had been bothering him before, and there was only one thought in his eyes: he would rather Claude brought the girls back for the night.

As if the excitement was not big enough, Sephiroth, who pushed the door in without knocking at all, walked into the living room. The three of them looked at each other for a while, and Sephiroth suddenly gave a meaningful oh.

"It's not what you think!" Angel stood up abruptly, and suddenly realized that they had a party tonight, and the agreed time was coming soon. "Claude is normal, and I'm normal too...I'll tell you later!" He walked out the door quickly, perhaps trying to prevent the spread of the secret; but suddenly he tripped over the threshold and almost hit the opposite wall, He hid his face in a ridiculous way and ran away—maybe he just couldn't face the fact that his child was a transvestite.

Claude looked at Sephiroth with unrequited eyes, but Sephiroth just shrugged innocently.

Angel felt guilty but managed to convince Zack that today's party had to be cancelled.Zack left with obvious misgivings, but didn't say much, because he was so good at trusting people, which both comforted and worried Angel.The hard part was Genesis, who lived next door and would knock (kick) the door whenever he wanted.Originally, Angel didn't think there would be any difficulty, but he was wrong, Genesis was the person who knew him best, and because of this, those clumsy excuses had no way to hide in front of him.

"If it's something that has to be kept from me, you can't handle it yourself." Genesis opened the door without thinking, and was pushed back violently by Angel, "Why, you can't even trust me?"

"You clearly know that's not the case!"

"So what?" He simply leaned lazily on the door, making up his mind that if he couldn't get in, no one would want to get in, "Come on, if it's a small trouble in adolescence or a small problem in the rebellious period, I will Much more experienced than you."

This is almost going to convince Angel, because he feels that Genesis's rebellious period has never stopped.There is only one reason to prevent him from doing so——

"The relationship between cause and effect, whether it is a dream or glory, has been lost."

"Shut up."

On the one hand, Angel is relieved by the kindness shown by Genesis at this time, although he still doesn't understand how this change happened, maybe it's the guilt of not being able to protect Claude in the North Continent back then?On the other hand, this kindness is a little too much.He knew the virtues of Genesis, he was too proud and arrogant, and rarely looked down on others, which was not like what he would do, even if it was just love.But in any case, this change is still what Angel likes to see.

Thinking that with Sephiroth watching at home, even though it wasn't a good choice, it would be able to relax to some extent, so Angel simply wasted so much.He really didn't know how to face Claude, which was too advanced for him who was a little traditional.He had heard that some boys who missed their mothers would wear women's clothes, could that be the reason?But what if, just if, Claude actually wanted to be a girl?If it happened to someone else, he would express his understanding; because it was Claude, he felt that it might be a little...difficult.

Thinking of what he will face later, his head gets dizzy.

"Disgusting." Genesis muttered in disgust.

"What did you say?" Angel, who was in a daze, confirmed in disbelief as if struck by lightning.

"I said you're disgusting, if you're annoyed, you'll be annoyed. Why is there a sour smell in the air with your sweet face?" Genesis wrinkled his nose and waved his hand, showing that his acting talent was brought to the extreme, " Obviously enjoy it. It seems that I have nothing to do, hurry up and get in love with your little boy."

"……enjoying the moment?"

Bounced from the door, and slowly brushed off the non-existent dust on his sleeves, Genesis showed the fickleness that a literary poet should have as usual. "Anyway, you must have a lot of thoughts in your mind, but you can't utter a word for a long time, so I will say it for you mercifully. You are the kind of guy who likes to take care of others, and Claude satisfies this very well , you might even feel that he doesn’t depend on you enough—”

"I didn't..." Angel weakly defended, "I've always raised him as a man..."

"A man who has been educated to stay away from danger and will be beaten if something goes wrong?"

"He's in a different situation!"

"Anyway, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. The two of you are really a perfect match. Admit it, being needed makes you very happy, and even trouble is what you want." She shook her head in amazement, as if she insisted on coming Just as inexplicable when he looked at it, Genesis walked back with his long legs without hesitation.At the end, he suddenly turned around, "Are you all right?"

The hand on the doorknob paused, but Angel didn't answer right away.He knows what it means, that's another topic, Genesis is always more thought-provoking.But on this matter, he couldn't give a definite answer—he couldn't even express his hesitation.It felt like betraying a friend, and being the only one who hesitated while everyone else was moving forward was really... bad.

Angel shrugged pretending to be relaxed, "Scars are badges of honor, and for soldiers, they are just commonplace."

Genesis seemed to want to say something more, Angel almost didn't dare to look him in the eyes, he didn't want to see worry or pity, he was afraid that his sensitive friend had noticed something.But in the end, Genesis just said calmly, "You're too tense. Give yourself some time, I guess, it's okay to take a vacation every once in a while."

"I'll think about it." He forced a smile, "Jene—"

"Ok?"

"... Let's meet again next time."

The red-haired young man sighed exaggeratedly, maybe because this kind of statement is too foreign, maybe it's just because he didn't hear what he wanted to hear. "Of course." He waved his hand, his figure disappeared behind the gate, and he returned to the corridor in silence.

Angel stood at the door for a while... Is it too late to call Genesis now?

In the end, the worry about Claude overcame the fear of the unknown, Angel swallowed, opened the door with the anxiety of facing King Bahamut for the first time, and rushed into the house.

The atmosphere was much better than he had imagined.

In the living room, on the sofa, one big and one small cuddled together, Sephiroth wrapped his arms around the boy's shoulders in a protective attitude, patted the back lightly from time to time, and assumed the responsibility that should have been assumed by Angel.He noticed that the coat Cloud was wearing belonged to Sephiroth, which might be a good sign, at least in this case, that his friend didn't see his child in a different light.But speaking of it, Sephiroth's way of looking at the world has always been different from them.

Thoughts were wandering uncontrollably, the tea on the low table was still steaming, there were three small plates containing the cake, and a fork was missed in haste.I thought it was for Claude and his little girlfriend... Thinking that he might be a little boyfriend in the future, Angel's face became more constipated.

"I have to say, this matter is beyond my knowledge." He sat down on the small sofa in the passenger seat and watched Claude bury his face in Sephiroth's arms, looking ashamed to see others , couldn't help but sighed, "Sephiroth, I am very grateful to you. But now, please avoid it."

"I'm right here." The words were concise and crisp.

"..."

"I think I'm better off here."

"No, no, you go. You go." Angel was almost sullen, but he restrained himself well, "You are not needed here. You don't need to intervene in this matter."

He kind of regretted it as soon as the words came out, it was totally venting, especially at someone who was trying to help.But—does Sephiroth have to be so unreasonable, does he have to speak so bluntly?

Thank goodness Sephiroth didn't insist on being evicted so clearly.He nodded reservedly, "If you wish." Then he stood up and stopped suddenly.

Claude gripped his shirt tightly, trembling slightly.

Angel couldn't tell what it was like at this moment. He was inclined to feel helpless when parents saw their children hiding behind their elders to avoid punishment, but when they saw Sephiroth's expression for a moment, even though it was very faint, it was mixed with a slight complacency— —Yes, smug—he knew maybe he didn't mean it that way, that the hero would look like a sarcasm even if he didn't say anything, but he just couldn't control his temper.

"Let go, Claude."

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry Angel..." The boy's voice was a little unnaturally hoarse, which made Angel frown slightly.

"If you know you're sorry, let go!"

Claude shook his head, but instead of looking up at him, he shrank behind Sephiroth desperately.he is afraid?Did he scare him...?Angel looked at the two of them in disbelief, and the feeling of hurt hit him. Could he be an aggressive villain?He was just trying to fix things, just wanted to talk about—

"You all need to calm down." Sephiroth came to a conclusion, was there really no joy in his words? "Let Claude stay with me for one night, and you can talk about it tomorrow."

And that's not a suggestion.

When they left, Angel was surprised that Claude almost couldn't stand up, and was supported by Sephiroth so he didn't fall down.He was almost about to stay, but Claude pushed away Sephiroth's help and staggered out.

"It's nothing...just not used to high heels..."

Angel had nothing to say about this.

"Then, this matter will trouble you." Zeng said in a low voice, "I have already applied for the assistance of the special forces part due to the reason of insufficient combat power, and Lazard will object, and then I will assign it to you through Heitinga's finger. This process will not arouse suspicion, but you still have to be cautious, even if you are far away in Gongaga, try not to use their power."

"It seems that the straw bag has completely become your marionette." With clasped hands on his knees, Genesis stared intently at the actors on the stage who made a speech, "But when did Lazard die?" thing?"

"Everyone has their own secrets, just like there are skeletons hidden in every cabinet, isn't it?" It was a very cold joke, which successfully made the atmosphere more embarrassing, but I continued to speak unconsciously, "And It's not a deeply hidden story, you can ask it in the red light district down below if you want."

"Everything is a moment, nothing more than a shadow. 』

The chorus part of the final chapter sounded, and the angel playing the lyre descended from the sky, and the soft white light made everything look solemn and sacred.But from the second floor, the joy, holiness, and the beautiful smile of the Virgin are faintly blurred.

"The lack of regret in life is compensated by it; the indescribable realm becomes a reality here; following the eternal goddess, we will go up, up...[1]"

Genesis recited the epilogue of the final chapter softly, until the curtain fell slowly and the theater was plunged into darkness.There was a little restlessness underneath, and when it was lit up again, all the actors had stood up and prepared to call the curtain, and the applause that was slightly out of order rang out one after another.

"What do you think is the biggest difference between 'Faust' and 'Loveless'?"

Zeng Ruo felt it. "A story of personal struggle, and a story of fate's tricks."

"A statement without aesthetic feeling. It fits your identities very well." Genesis's words were as sharp as ever.

If Tuckers had read comprehension on his entry test, Zeng would have gotten a perfect score, because he always over-interpreted.But in the face of Genesis, who has never been straightforward, this talent has been used just right.He nodded slightly, and pondered, "Do you think we have interfered too much?"

"That's why you are always being targeted, and the president allows you to be isolated. What you have is terrifying. I have to say, old Shinra is far smarter than he looks, and uses this fear to limit you. His only The mistake was suspicion of Wade, he didn't trust anyone, his previous victories made him unable to change his mind, but he couldn't realize that when he threw away Wade, he also let go of your reins."

"I don't think," he said carefully, carefully choosing his words, "that fear can exist as a long-term and reliable means of manipulation. The common interest is more important to maintain the relationship of allies. Whether you or Lazard, it is not because of fear. Join our camp, won't you?"

"The fact is, everything went according to your ideas."

"It's not 'you', it's 'us'." Zeng corrected solemnly.

"Don't deny the first half?" Genesis looked at him with a half-smile.

Zeng stretched his legs and feet, imitating Genesis and sitting lazily.Soon he realized that this posture was completely relaxed, without any hostility.I often feel that the special forces are like a sensitive big cat, always stretching out their paws on a whim, not out of guard, but just for fun.Perhaps poets are more or less neurotic.

"how about you?"

"what?"

"What do you think is the difference between Faust and the three heroes?"

Genesis blinked, the rhetorical question was unexpected. "It makes no difference. Faust is the stupidest of them all, if anything."

"'It's only impossible, so it's believable'?"

"Part Two, Act One." Genesis sighed. "I love tragedy, the great tragedy of trying everything and failing. It's far away, but it's also the closest. But only this time." , I hope to have a better ending."

To be honest, Zeng didn't understand much of these words, maybe this was the purpose of the other party's deception.He realized that the topic was taken a little too far, so he coughed lightly, "If you have any ideas about our business, you are welcome to give us your valuable opinions."

"You guys." Fiddled with his fingers casually, Genesis lowered his eyes, "I can probably guess who is behind you, and I am also very interested in what you are going to do. But there is only one thing, a very important point, don't Trying to control me." Just when Zeng thought it was some kind of angry signal, Genesis suddenly smiled, "Nice cooperation, Zeng."

What a moody guy, once thought calmly, what was said was true and false, which was a headache.He often thinks, can time change a person so much?When they were not familiar with each other, Genesis had long been famous. Although he was not the high-ranking type like Sephiroth, he was not a good person to be with.But now, the sense of distance is gone, but it has added a lot of troublesome qualities.

He once handed the U disk to him.

"This is the document parsed from Holland's computer." He carefully observed Genesis's expression without much change, "There are not many confidential parts, mainly about you and Angel. As for Sephiroth, Hojo is fully responsible. There is another name that has appeared a few times, Jenova, we will try to start from this aspect, but there is insufficient authority, so don’t expect anything.”

It wasn't until the investigation was launched that the young director Taxes really realized how much they were guarded by Shinra.Even this investigation was carried out quietly when Holland's personal belongings were recovered after Holland's accidental death.As for how coincidental this accident was, whether it would happen to Shinra's precious brain, it was not something he planned to care about. He paid more attention to the reaction of the red-haired special forces.He couldn't understand the technical terms, but under Vincent's interpretation, some terrible truths were gradually emerging; because of this, he couldn't imagine what Genesis would think of Shinra.

This is their fundamental difference. Although the contradiction has not yet been revealed, this temporary balance is still too fragile in the face of time.Turks just wants to seek a place in Shinra's survival, but what about the special forces, how would they choose?

In this regard, Zeng's thoughts are not optimistic. He thought about burying the truth.But Genesis knew far more than they expected, and remained surprisingly calm about what had happened—the degradation.It is worth mentioning that the theoretically irreversible deterioration process has come to an end. Although it is accompanied by a decline in power, the red-haired special forces have made good use of other powers to cover up this, and Angel seems to be going through this process recently. .

He lost the power he was proud of, but he didn't give up just yet. Was it honor or hatred that supported him?

"Someone should take over Angel and I's experiments in the future. This is an opportunity. You should put some people in." Putting the USB flash drive into his coat pocket, Genesis suggested, "If it's yours, bear with it." It's not that bad either."

Zeng smiled bitterly and shook his head, "You think highly of us. This is not a spy war novel, and we are not the kind of omnipotent agents. There are always times when we can't do anything. Even if we can control some researchers, we still can't touch the core part at all."

"Then, I have a suitable candidate." Genesis seemed to introduce him intimately, but from his determined tone, Zeng understood that this was not meant to be discussed, "Vincent Valentine."

This is really a bold idea.

coincide.Genesis never hesitates to boast about it, because it not only gives the drama a romantic temperament, but also adds a destiny-like grandeur.When Genesis walked out of the theater and faced the warm spring sunshine, the coincidence happened just right.

The young man sat lazily by the fountain in the center of the theater square, basking in the sun, dazed. The giant gray steel sculpture behind him was warmed by the sun.The dusty pigeons landed beside him and on his body, chattering and turning their heads, cleverly pecking at the bread in his hand.Curious and envious, the children playing nearby frightened the pigeons away several times, until the midday sun shrank the shadow into a small piece, and the bread crumbs could no longer attract the birds who were full.And Claude still sat quietly, so pale that he almost melted into the light.

"I heard," Zeng said in a tone that was definitely not heard, "Recently, in Angel's order records, "Gender Cognition and Emotional Analysis", "Liberating the True Self", and "We're Just Ordinary People" appeared, maybe in a few days Small skirts and high heels will appear in the sky, what do you think?" He memorized them all, but memorizing such things alone is worthy of slander.

"...Is this what you mean by 'powerless'?" Genesis was startled.The mystery that had been troubling him recently finally came to light, but he was too caught off guard, and for a moment he didn't know where to start answering.

"It's just a small job." Zeng patted Genesis on the shoulder after finally getting it back, "It's a pleasant cooperation."

He waved his hand and gradually disappeared into the bustling crowd, hiding his achievements and fame.

Genesis is not the kind of person (Angel) who is entangled and twisted like a twist. He will do whatever he wants to do without scruple.Staring at the boy's figure for a while, he first went to the convenience store next to him to buy a bottle of iced milk, then walked back to the square and stuck it on the back of the boy's neck in a wicked way.

Claude looked up at him sleepily, without complaining or answering.

So Genesis stuffed it directly into his hand, and sat down beside him, "What, you were kicked out of the house?"

"..."

so serious?This made Genesis, who was only teasing a few times, gloated even more, "I heard about your special hobbies. When Angel recovers in a few days, he should take you to buy long skirts and small cloth shoes. He likes that style." .But I think Lolita is more suitable for you at this age."

The teasing words did not make the young man show embarrassment or anger as Genesis expected, and the indifference remained on his face, but there was a little confusion. "Angel...?"

"He will always forgive you." Shrugged unbearably, "He cares so much about you, why is he willing to make you sad?"

He originally thought that this would be an ordinary conversation, as usual, conveying some information for Vincent Valentine, exchanging information, and trying to find out more secrets that were hidden by the way.The name Jenova, he wondered who it was and what role it played in all of this, and he was sure Claude must have heard about it.but--

"Angel...who is it?"

what?

The red-haired youth opened his eyes wide in astonishment.For a moment, he even wondered if he had admitted the wrong person.If it was a nasty joke... no, as far as he knew, Claude wouldn't joke, at least not with him.When he recovered from the shock, Claude was still scowling, looking at him in confusion, as if he was a reckless passerby.

"So," Genesis asked in disbelief when he heard the sound of his throat moving up and down, "do you know who I am?"

Shaking his head docilely.

"Do you remember who you are?"

Frowning and thinking for a while, he still shook his head.

Without caring so much, Genesis took off the gloves, and gently stroked the roots of his hair with his fingertips.The boy obediently let him manipulate him, without the slightest dislike of being patted on the head.No blood clots, no obvious swelling, not trauma.But he caught a glimpse of something wrong with his sharp eyes, raised his jaw, and exposed a shocking bruise on his neck.That didn't just happen, there was at least a day or two of signs of yellowing.

What happened... who did it...?

Genesis's first reaction was to call Angel. He knew that Angel would never let this happen. If something happened to Claude, he needed to confirm the safety of his friends first.Some bad thoughts flitted past.He knew that Claude was trying to strip that from Angel, as he had done to him, and the process would undoubtedly be debilitating, and Angel liked to be brash.He let Claude sit next to him and wait for a while, and pressed a series of numbers with PHS skillfully.

The beep sounded, and the wait was long, but it was only seven or eight seconds.

"Jene?"

It sounds perfectly normal.Genesis breathed a sigh of relief, which was soon replaced by deeper worry.Glancing at the boy who was sitting blankly again, he lowered his voice, "Do you know where Claude is?"

The name did not evoke the boy's reaction at all.

"Why are you asking this?" The voice on the other end changed.Slight resistance.

"...It's nothing." He paused, but didn't tell the truth.Maybe this was not the right decision, but before he figured out the situation, he didn't want to add more troubles to Angel. "The last time I made an appointment to give him the poster, he didn't come to pick it up. If he comes back, please tell him."

"Call him directly." With a tired sigh, Angel let go of his guard, "It should be with Sephiroth."

"Well. It's all right. It's rare to rest in a row. You should have a good rest."

Sephiroth.new leads.

Could it be those weird tasks assigned by Sephiroth?Genesis has never been able to understand that Sephiroth said he wanted to protect Claude, but he willfully put him in danger; but in fact, he fulfilled the role of a guide and protector very well. Duties, at least Claude grew up safely and intact to this day.Perhaps in the eyes of Sephiroth, Claude is not a human being in the usual sense, so he doesn't need to be too careful.In short, Genesis doesn't quite understand the conflicting relationship between them.The person concerned has no opinion, but if this situation becomes more serious, he may try to intervene.

"Claude. You are Claude." Genesis told him, planning to take him somewhere to check, "Do you remember why you are here?"

He couldn't imagine that if he hadn't seen it... No, Claude has a positioning on him.Sephiroth ended up on insurance.

"Flowers... I'm looking for flowers."

"Flowers?" Genesis looked around. There were only a handful of places in Midgar where you could see green plants, and this was obviously not one of them.Not a good place to apologize to Angel if wanting to buy potted plants. "Then why are you sitting here? When did it start? What about the bread? How much do you remember?"

The question was too fast and hasty, the boy thought for a long time, and Genesis waited impatiently.

"The old lady gave it to me." After a long while, Claude said a detail in fragments.

"What old lady?"

He shook his head again.Can't tell more specific information.The milk was still held in his hand, it was cold, and water vapor seeped out.Genesis noticed Claude's dry lips, and thought of the bread eaten by the pigeons, and a bad feeling gradually spread.he holds the gram